I dont want to be a restless wanderer. Products of past, yes, but not prisoners of it.

its monday. 26th may. 1.10pm and i had just finished lunch. and on top of it all, there are some 1million queer thoughts swimming in my head.

the weekend was, well, not too bad. i couldnt quite sum it up, but its just a wild mix of everythg, and it churns out making me a little funny all over.

its funny how hard i try but smtimes circumstances just fail me.i don't know.